Chest of Childhood Memories

Childhood_Memories

Lurking in the attic, nostalgia

sojourns.  Within the unswept chest of child-

hood mere memories have become impaired.

Absent is the luster of past summer times;

Bike rides aside the waterways and climbs

over the sand hills when we were skipping

school.  Weathered are our brows, our passing primes.

Ardour concedes to cunning, just as spring

to summer then fall, but accounts of times past, sing.

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